Have you ever been Hustled???

Just the other day. I've been cutting this guys lawn and trimming some plants for about 5 years now. He has a table in his patio sun room and I've seen him play. He's always complaining about how bad his shoulder is and can't play a lick according to him.
I volunteer to help him learn a soft break and before I knew what happened we're playing for $5:00 a game.
I left down $300 and have to do the yard work for nothing for the next month.
I'm looking forward to scalping his lawn and trimming his bushed and flowers down to the dirt. :(

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Just the other day. I've been cutting this guys lawn and trimming some plants for about 5 years now. He has a table in his patio sun room and I've seen him play. He's always complaining about how bad his shoulder is and can't play a lick according to him.
I volunteer to help him learn a soft break and before I knew what happened we're playing for $5:00 a game.
I left down $300 and have to do the yard work for nothing for the next month.
I'm looking forward to scalping his lawn and trimming his bushed and flowers down to the dirt. :(

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Thats pretty funny, i wondered what that other thread was, i didnt read it.
 
Not sure if this qualifies as being hustled, but I did lose money in both.

First one when I first started playing pool. I worked at a pool hall in Cleveland, Ohio. Funny thing is when they interviewed me and asked why I wanted to work there I replied, "So I can play for free". They said that was good enough and off to work I went. Anyhow the owner's son was a real douche. Actually he wasn't a bad guy, but he had this "trust fund" aspect about him that just got under my skin. Anyhow we played for money and I always lost. He really wasn't a player by any means, but neither was I. I just wanted to take his money so bad I kept coming back. This kid had "the flake" so much that whenever I watch COM and Paul Newman says that I think of him......even now 15 years later.

The second is a semi hustle....barely. An old road player of Earl's used to live around me. He would pull this super lemon crap on kids all the time to make money. He come up to play me and tried the same deal. I told him that I know who he is and who he used to run with. He looks at me dumbfounded so I then tell him that I know I will lose and I just want to learn so stop playing like a retard and play for real. He plays dumb and keeps shooting like he was. He got $5 off me. He could have gotten a lot more if he had not been stupid. This guy also had "the flake", but he also had a snorting problem.
 
Hells Yeah....

I was in a bar pokin balls around, 5/10 a game keep table. A hippie gets up and says lets play for 20. I beat him. I hold table, he is up 6-7 games later, and we play again. He says lets go for 20 again. I win. 1 Guy goes broke, a bar-whore takes another customer away....It gets down to me, him, and 2 other guys. to keep them playing, we play 5$ golf, and the guy bets me 5 on the side me vs him in the game. I get 120-140 up on him, and he's OUT. The game breaks up, I am WAY up, and the hippie says lets play some 20. I agree, he stays close to even, then asks to raise it a tad. I break out, and control the table at 40 - game, then I finally dog an off-angle force shot. He gets out. Then he gets in stroke. he pops off a couple of racks, we go back n forth, then after my feeble 3 pack, he hits me with a 5 pack. Safety battle ensues and I come out with a 4 pack ended by a dry break.

So now he hits me with ANOTHER 5 PACK. And wins about 12 in a row. We start drinking, I buy 1st round, and when he buys the 2nd round, the bartender says Thank you MR Moore. I put 2 and 2 together, I WAS PLAYING STEVIE MOORE!!!!. I decided I would keep playing, I was 9 games down, I figured I would go to 12 at worst, and asked for the break. He says no to the break, and offers the 8 ball. I tell him I know him, and I need the 7. He said anyone that can put out packs cant get the 7, so I play on with the 8, it took another hour or so to be 12 games down, so I pull up and paid off.

After it all, he actually showed me a couple things, and I thanked him for the lessons!!! I asked him about a full cue jump shot a ball away from blocking ball I saw him shoot a yeear or so earlier, and he showed it to me, and in exchange for my donation, told me the correct stroke to use. What a good dude....wish Id stuck at 20......
 
UJ has always been a favorite older player of mine. The story please if you have the time.

Thanks,
Hu

Hu,

"Cornerman" wrote an article with the story of UJ it appeared in InsidePool Magazine. Fred also put a little something in there about Jay Helfert. If you want to read it, go to my website, click on About Us, then click on the article --- its almost at the bottom of the page.
 
Thanks!

Hu,

"Cornerman" wrote an article with the story of UJ it appeared in InsidePool Magazine. Fred also put a little something in there about Jay Helfert. If you want to read it, go to my website, click on About Us, then click on the article --- its almost at the bottom of the page.

Thanks! I will read it soon. UJ always seemed like the kindly old uncle that would take a baby's pennies, . . . and leave the baby laughing!


Edited to add: I read the story, good catch! Sometimes it was just the glimpse of wolf in somebody's eyes when they shot a look my way or a little too much comfort around the pool table that gave a man away. Once it was the mark where a large ring was missing, obviously not the usual wedding band that some men remove when on the prowl.

Hu
 
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I've never been hustled but I had aguy try to hustle me and when he lost he accused me of being a hustler!!
 
I was 16 at the Billiard Palace in Bellflower...all the players were in town for a tournament.
I grew up with Keith and a lot young strong local players ...needless to say I was in way over my head...and loved every second of it.
Being 16 and not having money...a man told me he would play me a race to 4 for $20.00 I didn't have 20 cents, so another guy said "go ahead Robin I'll stake you". SO of course I couldn't wait to get on the table...this is what happened.

I broke made nothing...he made the 1 and missed the 2 but picked the 2 ball up and said "I got you" I was of course shocked...but even more shocked when the stake horse said "its ok Robin you can still get him"
Then his position was bad and he spread his hand on the table and moved the cue ball he of course said "fingers, that is how we play in New York". Again I was floored and the response of the stake horse... "go ahead Robin".
Well I figured I had to give it all I had to beat this guy.....finally I started shooting a few balls then I missed...of course I figured I'm playing by his rules...so I picked up the ball and said "I got you" he said oh no you can only do it on the even numbered balls (yes I was a little naive).
Once the set was about over he was shooting the 9 ball to win...he said King get the ball...this dog jumps on the table and takes the 9 ball.
Once the dog brought it back...the guy plays the 9 ball 5 rails in the corner pocket.
I know you all must think that this is an obvious hustle...but I never once thought it. I wanted to bust this guy....LOL
He and the stake horse enjoyed the drive I had to win...and finally let me in on the hustle....Johnny Ervlino (not sure how to spell his last name) was my opponent we laughed about that story for 20 years.
The whole room was watching and I never seen it...I just wanted to win...I was focused :)

Years and years ago a guy named John Gatton and Ileft Denver and headed to Texas. Our first stop was Amarillo and we were ready for anything.

We got there quite late and slept pretty late and got to Harveys Pool Room around 1:00 PM and to our surprise there was a huge crowd watching Richie Ambrose and David Matlock go at it on a 4x8.

I knew David and recognized Richie. David was just becoming a great player and Richie had been Mr. 9 ball for quite a while.

They were playing 8 ahead for like $2000 and it was a battle.

Finally frustrated as David got the coin back to even again Richie started his act.

What's your name Cowboy? Dabid he replied Very good David , do you have a last name? Matlock he replied Very good! Where are you from David Matlock? Oklahoma he replied. What town in Oklahoma? Poncha City David replied.

At this point Richie went off the air. He threw a drink on the floor and screamed, "Ain't this a *****, I'm Mr. 9 ball, the best on the planet and I can't beat a no named SOB from Poncha City OK?

David has always been pretty quiet and easy going and his response was typical.

David took his ball cap and turned it around backwards, lined up to break and put an 8 pack on Mr 9 ball. When he made the last ball he returned his cap to it's normal position and walked right over to Richie and in that Oklahoma drwl said, " no named Sob huh"

Richie was so red it looked like his head would pop. David proceeded to beat him two more sets and after the 3rd, he didn't say a word, just walked out.

We went to the bar and after I had told the story about 4 times, David looked at me and said, "I think i got it memorized now".

He remains one of my favorites over the years.
 
i got hustled by some sailor once. he showed up drunk and insulted my pride. the next thing i know we're playing for a hundred (more than i'd ever played for. a lot to me at the time)

the next thing i know the guys getting out from everywhere. turns out he was from oklahoma. i'm weary of people from oklahoma these days
 
Hu,

"Cornerman" wrote an article with the story of UJ it appeared in InsidePool Magazine. Fred also put a little something in there about Jay Helfert. If you want to read it, go to my website, click on About Us, then click on the article --- its almost at the bottom of the page.

I didn't really hustle anyone back then. I just wanted them to play me again, so I gave them a little different look when I came back, maybe after a year or so. It worked a few times, enough to make me keep doing it. :o

I got hustled too, by Larry Lisciotti and Billy Johnson (aka Wade Crane).
 
I have been hustled once.... in Janesville ,WI. Was up there for the International Moose tournament and a guy I knew was at a local bar playing last pocket 8 ball with some locals and lost $400. He comes running back and asks me to go back with him and win his money back. So I go with him and we play the ridiculous game and I win all his money back plus. So I'm standing there next to the table full of myself and a voice from the back of the crowd pipes up, "hey, do ou want to play my son some". Some drunk looking older man with a 17 year old was sitting there the whole time and never said a word until now. I said "sure get him up here"......HA..... The boy just pounded the balls in at 100 mph and surely I thought I get him on a tight table and he wont shoot a lick.... he beats me on the barbox out of $300 and I am willing to get him in at the Moose just to play him on the tight tables there... ready to go completely full tilt....My buddy took one look at him at the front door of the Moose Lodge and said..."Are you stupid or something, thats Larry Nevel! Get him out of here"!
 
Never too late

I didn't really hustle anyone back then. I just wanted them to play me again, so I gave them a little different look when I came back, maybe after a year or so. It worked a few times, enough to make me keep doing it. :o

I got hustled too, by Larry Lisciotti and Billy Johnson (aka Wade Crane).


Never too late for one more hustle? :D :D :D

Hu
 
In Vegas, I guess it was 96' for the VNEA we would always send about 5 teams from our league. A few of us stayed in action all week every year we'd go. One of my partners went to the restroom and came running out like he'd seen a snake. He ran up to us and screamed "there is a dude in there on the floor drunk out of his gord"! We were like "so". He then explained that this drunk guy had a hand full of hundreds and asking to play some! My partner couldn't get to his cue fast enough!

Turns out it's Chino hustlin' every idiot that took a piss in that bathroom. He walked around staggering all week carrying half a six pack around the casino in a plastic bag and knocking everyone off. He probably won 10 grand that week doing that. It was incredible. Never ever forget that!
 
Never too late for one more hustle? :D :D :D

Hu


I've been pretty lucky all my life when it came to making pool games. To this day, most people don't think I play that good. And maybe I don't. I just tell them the truth and it usually works. If I'm out of stroke, I would tell them you better play me now before I get back in stroke. They would think I was "hustling" them as they would watch me play bad and finally get the nerve to ask me to play after a few days. Then it was too late, I was already back in stroke. I'd tell them they should have played me sooner, like I warned them.

I love it when I work at pool tourneys and guys come up to me and ask me if I play pool. They would say they only see me directing tourneys, and wondered if I ever played the game. Like I said, I've been lucky. I've played many guys even, who everyone else was giving weight too. I never quite reached the category of player who had to spot everyone. And that's a good thing. Even now, no one asks me for weight. It would be too embarrassing to ask someone like me to give up weight. Everyone knows I'm not a strong player. Just ask around.

I'm still not afraid to take on known players though, as long as they aren't too well known and too strong. I will play another "shortstop" if I think I have a chance. I don't have to feel like I have to have the best of it either, just an even game is fine with me. I learned something a long time ago. I do play good enough to protect myself, if you know what I mean. I've had one or two "players" try to hustle me and they found it that it wasn't such a good idea after I got them stuck. I put a couple of stories about such things in Pool Wars.
 
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just teasing you a bit

Jay,

We both know it is a lot more profitable to play smart than good. The people that always get themselves in match-ups that they have to play 100% to win just keep getting themselves in ever tougher matches even if they do win some.

Hu


I've been pretty lucky all my life when it came to making pool games. To this day, most people don't think I play that good. And maybe I don't. I just tell them the truth and it usually works. If I'm out of stroke, I would tell them you better play me now before I get back in stroke. They would think I was "hustling" them as they would watch me play bad and finally get the nerve to ask me to play after a few days. Then it was too late, I was already back in stroke. I'd tell them they should have played me sooner, like I warned them.

I love it when I work at pool tourneys and guys come up to me and ask me if I play pool. They would say they only see me directing tourneys, and wondered if I ever played the game. Like I said, I've been lucky. I've played many guys even, who everyone else was giving weight too. I never quite reached the category of player who had to spot everyone. And that's a good thing. Even now, no one asks me for weight. It would be too embarrassing to ask someone like me to give up weight. Everyone knows I'm not a strong player. Just ask around.

I'm still not afraid to take on known players though, as long as they aren't too well known and too strong. I will play another "shortstop" if I think I have a chance. I don't have to feel like I have to have the best of it either, just an even game is fine with me. I learned something a long time ago. I do play good enough to protect myself, if you know what I mean. I've had one or two "players" try to hustle me and they found it that it wasn't such a good idea after I got them stuck. I put a couple of stories about such things in Pool Wars.
 
Years and years ago a guy named John Gatton and Ileft Denver and headed to Texas. Our first stop was Amarillo and we were ready for anything.

We got there quite late and slept pretty late and got to Harveys Pool Room around 1:00 PM and to our surprise there was a huge crowd watching Richie Ambrose and David Matlock go at it on a 4x8.

I knew David and recognized Richie. David was just becoming a great player and Richie had been Mr. 9 ball for quite a while.

They were playing 8 ahead for like $2000 and it was a battle.

Finally frustrated as David got the coin back to even again Richie started his act.

What's your name Cowboy? Dabid he replied Very good David , do you have a last name? Matlock he replied Very good! Where are you from David Matlock? Oklahoma he replied. What town in Oklahoma? Poncha City David replied.

At this point Richie went off the air. He threw a drink on the floor and screamed, "Ain't this a *****, I'm Mr. 9 ball, the best on the planet and I can't beat a no named SOB from Poncha City OK?

David has always been pretty quiet and easy going and his response was typical.

David took his ball cap and turned it around backwards, lined up to break and put an 8 pack on Mr 9 ball. When he made the last ball he returned his cap to it's normal position and walked right over to Richie and in that Oklahoma drwl said, " no named Sob huh"

Richie was so red it looked like his head would pop. David proceeded to beat him two more sets and after the 3rd, he didn't say a word, just walked out.

We went to the bar and after I had told the story about 4 times, David looked at me and said, "I think i got it memorized now".

He remains one of my favorites over the years.


This story reminds me of one I heard about Scotty Townsend when I was younger. Apparently Scotty and a couple friends went on the road somewhere around Ohio and Scotty was losing to some guy they'd never seen before.

Pissed off, Scotty told him "Hey, do you know who I am?" The guy says "No." "I'm Scotty Townsend." The guy then says "Never heard of you." Scotty is furious now that the guy hasn't heard of him and offers him the 7 ball and then goes busted.
 
Johnny Archer

This story reminds me of one I heard about Scotty Townsend when I was younger. Apparently Scotty and a couple friends went on the road somewhere around Ohio and Scotty was losing to some guy they'd never seen before.

Pissed off, Scotty told him "Hey, do you know who I am?" The guy says "No." "I'm Scotty Townsend." The guy then says "Never heard of you." Scotty is furious now that the guy hasn't heard of him and offers him the 7 ball and then goes busted.

Back in the eighties some young kid announced he was Johnny Archer just before he broke for the first game and waited for the lights to come on. Never heard of him.

"I'm Hu, break'um!"

Hu
 
I have never been hustled. Almost happened the other night, though. I usually don't play for money, sometimes beers, but it tops out at that. Anyway, these guys came up to my buddy and I and asked if we wanted to play teams. We said sure. They asked if we wanted to shoot for beer, but I refused at first because I already had a beer and I'm a slow drinker. Haha. We played one game and they sucked... they were horrible. Really, unbelievably. So unbelievable that I really didn't believe it. They asked again for beer play and my buddy obliged. I looked over at him and gave him the eye that said, "You better not up the stakes or I'm gonna kill you." We played and I ran the table. I was totally in stroke that night, confident, but I left pride at the door. They bought us beers (wouldn't buy me a Heineken... cheap skates). My buddy had a bit much to drink, as always. Because of that he wanted to play for more beer... and started talking trash. My head ended up in a hand as I prayed for mercy, hoping that this guy wouldn't toss out the cash. Of course, a money clip came out and landed on the table, stuffed with twenties. In my head I'm thinking, "Oh, for the love of God and all that is holy, don't do this!" Unless I'm just playing my friends, I'm pretty quiet when I shoot. I don't really talk to my opponents until after or before the game, so my mouth was sealed at this time, being that there were balls in play and beers at stake. My buddy then pulled out his wallet and flashed his bills. At this point I'm freaking out. If he were to lose all his money, I'd have to explain to his dad, due to the fact that I was the sober one. I scurried over to the bar and talked to my favorite bartender. He proceeded to talk trash to the guy about a dice game they play, saying he'd love to take all his money again. Provoked by the statement, he totally forgot about the game, put down the cue and walked up to the bar. My buddy was wondering where his free beer was. I told him to shut up and put his wallet away. After that I quickly bought him a round and racked up another game to distract him.

It's because of this that I really could care less about mixing pool and alcohol in public. Pool and alcohol at home, though, is fine by me. :thumbup:
 
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sounds like stevie got a few people in his day. Wish I couldve seen him in action. Looks like hes all over the tourney scene now.
 
I've never been hustled but I had aguy try to hustle me and when he lost he accused me of being a hustler!!

Damn Bobby, holy dejavu! I had a buddy back in the day that was in a
band. So a bunch of us go out to see him play. I dont know, like 20 of
us. So I'm up against the wall and I see this bar box to the right. I walk
over and put up a quarter. When my turn comes up, the guy that had
the table asks me if I want to play for cash. Now he's got this Military
cut all short and I say o.k., How much? He sais 20, I oblige. My money,
my break. I break and run out. He then proceeds to ask the next guy in
line if he could jump. Guys sais o.k., and we play again. His money, his
break. He comes up dry, and I runout again. Now he walks up to me and
sais are you hustlin me? I say, what? He sais, your hustlin me! All I did is
say yes to whatever he proposed. He now gets in the ninja stance. You
know, bends his knees and puts one fist to his side, and the other in front
of him with like 2 fingers kinda sticking out. I start laughing, and he gets
more pissed. He looks around and about 6 if his frieds show up. I start
laughing even more. Now they dont know that I got 2 dozen buds all
around just drooling to throw down. He now walks up to me and sais,
Lets go outside. I ask him just you and me, or your buddies too. He sais
where I go, they go. Now I'm just about to totally lose it. I say o.k. lets
go. Me and him in the front, his 6 pack behind us, and my 20 in the back.
These cats have no idea their with me. They think that these guys just
wanna watch. Oh, were they in for a surprise. We get outside, and the
first thing I see is 2 cop cars in the lot drivers door to drivers door shootin
the shit. Oh man was I pissed. I so wanted to see the looks on those 7
faces when we stomped the crap out of them. Sorry to ramble on.......
 
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